Glenn and Alica rushed over to Mark followed closely by a bird folk healer. Mark was pale and cold his skin clammy. Looking at his eyes he wasn't conscious at least. The birdfolk, Mirium, started her healing immediately. A green light falling on Mark's body. The blood loss was severe, the massive man was barely breathing, but that was enough. The light washing over him slowly knitted his flesh together. The stump where his arm once was closed over. He was still cold and non-responsive though.

  "Alica you and your friend get him into the hall proper he will need more than I can spare to see him through to safety." Mirium stated in a tone that brooked no discussion.

  As they carried the portly pikeman into the the makeshift triage area that was being set up, Molly leapt over the counter and in a flash was upon them. She helped guide them to a bed with the last person to use it still in said bed. Seeing the look on the Werewolf's face though, while it was never quite empty, the refugee weary but not injured rolled out moments before the large man would have crushed him. The healers stationed inside the hall worked with practiced care. Within seconds a curtain screen had been erected and what armor was left had been torn away. Molly howled, low and piercing the sound was heart wrenching. It took several people to tear her away. Once they did, however, her claws cracked the stone beneath her. She leapt grabbing Glenn by the back of his shirt. Then they were gone a set of deep fresh furrows in the stone of the spiral staircase leading up to the battlements the only sign of where they had gone.

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  Alica was at a loss for words. Molly, poor, Molly. Warewolves were prone to anger at the best of times. She fought everyday to try and keep a pleasant demeanor. Alica ran to inform the Guildmaster. Not letting the closed door stop her.

  The door swinging shut behind her clicked shut. The Guildmaster, sat behind his desk, looked up at her as though he didn't know exactly what had happened. "Yes dear?" He said with a gravely chuckle. "Don't worry, its Molly they are fine." Alica knowing her uncles tricks of using [Tremor Sense] to observe the guild realized that if he was going to act, he already would have, and sighed.

  "She was completely distraught. I think she snapped." The elf replied to the golem. "I don't know if she even knows what she is doing."

  "Oh I know. I think you are seeing this wrong. Why grab a [Scout]." He waited his patience seeming out of place when a monster wave was cresting. The look in Alica's eyes when she got it was priceless.

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  "To mark her targets so they cant get away."

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  Glenn's ass hurt. Molly had been none too gentle in dropping him on the ramparts before leaping off. She yelled one word behind as she did. "[Mark]". The system imposed sense of extra meaning the only way he knew that she meant the skill and wasn't yelling the name of her fallen lover. Rushing over to the side he watched as Molly the friendly receptionist landed on a Forest Roc. Leaping from it toward another. Glenn understanding used [Mark] on another Forest Roc approaching her fast. Before it could sink it's talons in she pushed off the bird she was on sending it hurtling toward the ground wings in tatters. Backflipping off she landed on the next Roc and repeated. The mages in the area supported by providing covering fire in the form of lightning and fireballs. The sky looked like a magical Flak storm. When there were no more Rocs she could jump to Molly rode her current victim into the ground, hard. Glenn would use [Mark] whenever an enemy would approach from a blind spot and Molly would dodge and then shred them apart with her long claws. That was until she caught the scent of something. It smelled of her partner. Looking toward the smell, she saw a long barbed stinger rip out of the ground and pierce through one of the nearby adventurers shields like it was paper.

  Glenn seeing her attention used [Mark] on the stinger but it was back underground before the skill could activate. "Shit." He swore to himself, while watching for more monsters to attack. The numbers were thinning out.

  The next time the stinger struck Molly was ready and bit into the barbed spear. Her jaws crunched through the hard chitanous protection. She didn't snap her jaws shut until she spotted a red dot in her vision marking its location. When she received the inspect data, ??? , her teeth clicked shut. she grabbed ahold with her claws but they couldn't find purchase. The earth shook as the creature retreated. Molly howled fury at the sky. The call answered by four more through out the battle field and then she was gone. Sprinting on all fours in the direction the dot had gone.

  "Happy hunting." Glenn heard from another lookout beside him and he had to agree.

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  Glenn watched the rest of the battle from the battlements. The shielding system around them lit blue as monsters and beast smashed into it. The others barely flinched. They performed there jobs with practiced ease. [Scouts] apparently could share there maps with other scouts who could then share them with more people this led to far more targets being able to be marked at once. Groups of [Scouts] would mark tightly packed clusters of monsters and the mages being assisted by [Marks] increased accuracy and range would hammer them with large area explosions and Cyclones of air. while the defenders on the ground were few in number, they were fine. When one would get hurt another would replace them. It was like they weren't allowed to have more. Then he realized, It's just one party. "Are they grinding level?" Glenn asked taken aback.